Call me Elliott Smith
Black skies ever since
A knife to my chest
What's she lying 'bout next?
Feeling depressed
Glad to meet you, Angeles
You'll misunderstand
I'm gonna end up dead
There's hate in my head
Going through this again
A Brand New mess
Another f*cking regret
Big Ballad of Nothing
She's out somewhere buzzing
Sad music I'm bumping
Got you feeling something
And I don't ever want to see your face again
A former shell of me will take my place instead
I keep hearing all this bullshit that's been said
Deja Entendu, bitch, you know I'm over it
Cut my heartstrings, sick of hanging by a thread
Got a bad feeling like I'm Horse Head
Signed in on the sheet, guess I'm up next
Said "you're gonna blow up"
I could care less
It ain't about that
It's just for the fans
Just tryna give back
Yeah...